Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Requiem for Three ZebrasAcross the glittery greenOf verdant meadows, rain-ripened,Briny sea scents tang the crystal airWhile basking seals bark into the morning hushAnd clusters of wildflowers open sleepy eyes.And on the lush and fertile hillocksWildlife laze and graze and roamIn peaceful harmony.Harmony often evades our social order. Alas.We, the assigned shepherds of all things earthly,Too often and selfishly ravage our precious heritage.And so it is that the deafening blastFrom the weapon of an angry rancherForever robs us of the slash of black and the gash of whiteThree beautiful zebras who will wander no moreOn the wind-swept bluffs of our majestic coast.by: Gigi

UNDERSTANDING ALICE'S RABBITMonday is already hereSorry, no poem I fear.You see, I just got backThen the rush to catch upOn this and that.Next thing I know it's Monday,A quarter to seven,I need a poem to share A bit of heaven.What poem do I choose?Oh, dear, I barely have timeTo grab my shoes!I'm out of timeOh, look, this rhymes!Well, then, never mind!by: Sam

Some People Like PoetrySome people - that is not everybodyNot even the majority, but the minority.Not counting the schools where one must,And the poets themselves,There will be perhaps two in a thousand.Like - but we also like chicken noodle soup,we like compliments and the color blue,we like our old scarves,we like to have our own way,we like to pet dogs.Poetry -but what is poetry?More than one flimsy answerhas been given to that question.And I don't know, and don't know, and Icling to it as to a lifeline.by: Wislawa Szymborskasubmitted by: Willy